It’s a rainy Monday in January. I have just finished my dentist appointment. Still under the influence of mild pain, I take the M1 to Hackescher Markt, one of the most hip areas in Mitte, to do some soul-writing and reflecting on the last year before I meet a friend for what was supposed to

This article is part of a series of articles written by Mathujitha Sankaran about her experiences during the year abroad in India. Click here for part one, part two, or part three. The problems that will be laid out in this article refer to the problems when expressing ideas or even merely speaking with people whom you share very little

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